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He worked his way around the tables, clearing glasses and
mopping up spills—only of alcohol, he wasn’t going to touch anything more than
he needed to. Stepping over people lying prone on the floor, he skirted around
those fastened in chains, those being fucked by machines. He kept his
expression carefully blank, his mind empty of everything but the bed waiting
for him a few hours from now, with a vague thought of a different bed, or of
knocking on Adam’s door and then slipping into his own room when he heard Adam
coming to open it.
How old am I?

“Tomas.”

He was startled to see Marco sitting at the table he’d
started to clear. He needed to keep his wits about him. He wouldn’t survive if
he didn’t. The women either side of Marco were dressed as nurses. One of them
was Juno.
Ah shit.
As she stared at him, a lead weight sank in Tomas’
stomach and settled in his balls. The bald guy in the long coat sat next to
Juno. None of this had to mean anything but his heart beat faster, his mouth
went dry and his tackle shriveled, already planning an exit.

“How long is your cock?” Marco asked.

Oh Christ.
“Long enough.” Though not at the moment.

Marco smirked. “I’ll give you a thousand pounds if you lay
it alongside Sanjay’s.”

The two women giggled, but when the bald guy stood, unzipped
his pants and slapped his monster on the table, they shut up fast.
Fuck.
It had to be ten or eleven inches. Maybe more. Thick and getting longer. And
studded with metal.
Jesus Christ.
Tomas piled the last of the glasses on
the tray, relieved his hands weren’t shaking, and then he cleaned the table. He
lifted Sanjay’s cock delicately with his finger and thumb, wiped the table
beneath and put the cock down again. The guy gave a quiet moan.

“Not interested,” Tomas said and walked away with his heart
pounding hard enough to crack a rib.

By the time he’d made a circuit of the room and taken the
tray of glasses to the wash point, the table where the four had sat was empty.
He headed back toward the corridor leading to the main part of the club but had
taken only a couple of steps before his arms were yanked behind his back. His
face hit the rough stone wall. Fury that he’d been taken unawares matched the
fear racing through him.

“I don’t like people saying no,” Sanjay hissed in his ear.

“You not my type,” Tomas gasped, his mouth distorted by the
pressure. “Your dick too small.”

Sanjay chuckled. “But you’re my type. Tall and dark. Good
body. Mouthy and arrogant. I like men who fight back. Better be careful.”

The guy let him go and Tomas pushed himself away from the
wall. He could feel blood trickling down his chin. Sanjay leaned forward and
before Tomas realized what he was going to do, he licked his cheek. A step too
far. A knee brought up hard and Sanjay doubled over groaning. Tomas walked
away, wiping his face with the back of his hand, nausea churning his stomach.

The command to go to Marco’s office came a short time later.
He didn’t give a shit if he got sacked, and that included either job. He’d put
up with a lot, but not being bloody pimped. He slammed into the room, stood in
front of Marco’s desk and crossed his arms. Marco was alone. He stared at Tomas
and Tomas didn’t blink. Words of protest bubbled on his lips but he knew better
than to voice them. If Marco didn’t get that he was pissed off, the guy was a
moron.

“What happened to you?”

“Sanjay don’t like the word no.”

“Neither do I.”

“I’m not sucking your cock either.”

Marco gave a full-throated laugh. “What happened at
Ezispeke?”

He hadn’t expected the change of direction. He ran through
what he’d done. Mostly. Left out any mention of Wren. He wanted to hide her
away from this bastard.

“What do you think of Olive Speke?” Marco asked.

“Like Napoleon. Small, bossy, self-important. How long you
want me there?”

“Until I say you can leave. Is your English teacher any
good?”

Not a question he wanted to answer. “Teacher okay.”

“Male? Female?”

Tomas curled his fingers into fists under his arms.
“Female.”

“Name?”

Oh shit.
“Wren. Like bird.” He had no choice. It was
easy to be paranoid leading a double life. He examined every question, every
comment, searching for another meaning, a warning. The bad news was that much
as he might want Marco to be an idiot—he wasn’t. Any hesitation would raise his
suspicions.

“Ask if she wants to make extra money teaching a group one
night.”

“Okay.” Over his dead body.

* * * * *

Wren came to a stop outside her building. “This where I
live,” she said and then her throat closed.

“I shouldn’t come in,” Adam whispered. But that wasn’t what
his face said. “I’m not sure I can control myself.” He stroked her palm with
his thumb.

She opened her mouth and said nothing.

He put his lips to her ear. “Tell me to leave.”

“Don’t go,” she blurted.

He let out a choked laugh and pulled back to stare at her.
“You’re supposed to be helping me resist.”

“Come inside,” she said more firmly.

“For a coffee.”

Who is he trying to fool?
When did coming in for a
coffee ever mean that?

Her fingers trembled when she took the keys from her bag.
She unlocked the outer door and Adam followed her up the stairs to the third
floor. One more door to unlock and they were suddenly inside, bags slipping
from shoulders to the floor as Adam pushed her against the wall. He thrust out
a hand, the door slammed and in the darkness they were all over each other,
kissing, touching, discovering. Wren clung to him, curling her leg around his
calf as Adam struggled with the buttons of her jacket. He kicked off his shoes.
Wren lost hers and then her jacket, and yanked at his coat.

As he touched the skin above her pants, she sucked in a
breath and trembled. They were moving too fast, she should stop this now, but
she couldn’t. Even if she managed to get the word
no
out, every cell of
her body was screaming
yes
. Adam worked at the buttons of her blouse as
she tugged his sweater over his head. Undressing each other required
coordination and cooperation and they only had determination, but little by
little they lost their clothing until all that remained between them was their
underwear.

Wren pressed herself against him, his hard cock pushing
against her belly through his boxers. She could feel the wetness at his tip.
She wanted to touch him everywhere just as he was touching her, and kiss him
everywhere as he was kissing her. Then their underwear was gone and she wasn’t
even sure how it happened except finally, finally their bodies were wrapped
together skin to skin. Hot and hard, soft and perfect.

“Wren, Wren,” Adam whispered.

He nudged her back against the wall and kissed her mouth,
her neck, her ear, her breasts while she made increasingly breathy cries of
delight. He lifted her hand and kissed her fingers, her palm, her wrist and she
grew wetter by the second. His hands caressed the places he wasn’t kissing and
by the time he reached her sex, she floated on some higher plane of sensation.
There was nothing but
this
. No world but
this
. And Wren
understood the power of addiction, how impossible it was to deny yourself an
intensity of pleasure that was so powerful.

Adam’s fingers glided once over her folds and she came in an
instant, electric jolts shooting down her spine, waves of delight somersaulting
through her belly as she gushed onto his hand.
Melting, melting.
She
groaned into his lungs, her nails digging into his arm, the other hand wrapped
tight around his pulsing cock as he spurted jets of cum onto her stomach.

“Oh God, God,” he gasped.

He pulled her close and cradled her against him, trembling
like her. She listened to his ragged breathing, tasted the salt on his skin and
inhaled his scent.

“Tell me we actually made it inside your apartment before we
did that,” he whispered. “We’re not in a corridor and about to freak out your
neighbors?”

She snorted against his chest. “We’re inside.”

“Thank fuck for that.”

Laughing harder, she squirmed against him, wanting his cum
all over her, wanting
him
all over her. Adam groaned and his cock grew again,
the velvety head pressing against her, proving those books she translated
weren’t entirely wrong.
Thank fuck for that too.

Chapter Ten

Adam kissed her, wondering if he’d have been able to stop
touching her, stop her touching him, even if they
had
been in the
corridor outside her apartment. He thought not. He slipped his tongue into her
mouth while he slid his hands down her silky back. Curling his fingers under
the curve of her buttocks, he rocked their bodies together. He felt a strange
pleasure in smearing his cum between them as if he was marking her in some
primal way. Another surge of desire shot to his cock. He couldn’t believe he
was going hard again so soon.

She broke from his mouth. “We need a shower.”

I need a condom.

When Wren released her hold, he bent and retrieved a foil
packet from his wallet before following her. They crossed what he could now
make out in the shadows to be a small living room with a tiny kitchen. She
pushed open a door and switched on a bedside light before she led him across to
another room.

“Close your eyes,” she said.

“Why?”

“I need to make the bathroom light dim but it always starts
off bright. It has a mind of its own. I don’t want you to see what a mess I
am.”

He smiled. “And I’m not a mess?”

“I won’t look at you.”

Just like I’m not going to look at you.
“Okay.”

He only had a quick glance in the stronger light, but it was
enough to send his cock the rest of the way on its journey north. Long legs, a
gently rounded stomach smeared with his cum, cute breasts with small dark
nipples, kiss-swollen lips and mussed hair.
Perfect.

“Turn on the water, count to three and it will be the right
temperature,” she said. “I’ll get a couple of towels.”

He slid the condom onto an eye-level shelf next to shampoo
and shower gel, stepped under the flow and sucked in a breath as he reared
back. “Bloody hell, it’s freezing.”

Wren blocked his exit and narrowed her eyes. “Oh yes, I
meant count to ten.”

“You little…” He pulled her with him under the cascade.

She squealed and reared away, trying to avoid the arctic
water. He dragged her closer and made sure she took the brunt of the flow.

“You looked. You ch-ch-cheated.” Her teeth chattered.

The water began to warm and he groaned with relief. “So did
you.”

She closed her eyes and tilted her face to the showerhead.
He stared at the water splashing on her skin, the drops clinging to her long
lashes, the little gap between her upper and lower lip, and felt as if he’d
been sucker punched in the nicest possible way.

Wren twisted to rest her butt against his cock and then
tipped back to lean against him, linking her fingers behind his neck. He slid
his hands from her hips to her breasts and dropped his mouth to her shoulder.
When he nipped her skin, she sucked in a breath. Her hands fell from his neck
and he licked and mouthed his way down the bumps of her spine until he was on
his knees behind her, his lips against her lovely butt, his hands holding hers
against her hips, their fingers entwined. When she tried to turn, he held her
firm.

“You have the most gorgeous backside.” He licked a lazy
figure eight around each butt cheek.

Wren let out a gurgle of something. Embarrassment? Pleasure?

“Round and firm and smooth and—” The next word caught in his
throat.

“And what?”

Fuckable.
He wouldn’t tell her that. Not yet. Maybe
never. But he remembered what she’d said about threesomes and unless that was
just bravado—and he didn’t think it was—she was interested. As much as all the
cells in Adam’s body wanted her, the thought of sharing her with Tomas flipped every
switch to light him up like a bloody Christmas tree. Were his ears glowing?
Christ.

Wren writhed in his grip as he played with her and he smiled
into her backside. Was there a way to make the three of them happen? But then
how did he know Tomas was interested? He didn’t even know for certain the guy
was bi. Had he flirted with Wren purely to make him jealous? Maybe Tomas wasn’t
into women at all. He mentally groaned. Enough thinking about Tomas when he had
the perfect Eve in his arms.

He nudged her until she was closer to the mosaic-tiled wall
and then used his knees to spread her feet a little wider.

“Reach up and lean forward,” he whispered.

She slid her hands above her head until she was stretched
out, her fingers resting on a ridge in the tiles.
Good girl.
While he
liked women who were strong and willful, he liked ones who knew when to submit.
Wren was the right third for them, he just needed to make sure Tomas was the
second.

He placed his palm flat on her left butt cheek and squeezed
then slid the fingers of his other hand down the crease of her backside until
he reached the delicate pucker of her anus. From there, he danced tiny circles
over her folds as far as the nub of her clit. Wren tensed and groaned. As he
teased, the little bud swelled and hardened.

“Oh God, God, God.” Her breathy gasps grew louder.

Adam smiled, put his mouth on the seam of her butt and
licked. He was alert for her pulling away, and when she didn’t, his heart sang.

He wanted his cock inside her. He wanted to fuck her in the
cunt, in the ass, in the mouth. He wanted to come on her face, on her breasts,
on her butt. He wanted to do every delicious, delightful and dirty thing he
could think of. And he wanted her to do them back to him.
Them.
He
couldn’t help but wish Tomas was there too. He wanted the two of them to fuck
with Wren watching, then for them both to fuck Wren with her sandwiched between
them. He wanted to fuck Wren while she sucked—

Oh God. Too much wanting.
He released his hold on her
hip and dropped his hand to his balls and pulled down, but didn’t stop the
rhythmic caress of Wren’s clit. She started to writhe against the wall and a
moment later bucked as she came. Water sprayed off her back to splash on his
face. He grinned. When the tension eased from her body, he shifted to sit with
his back to the wall and pulled her round to bring her pussy to his mouth. She
tasted divine and he licked, slurped and sucked.

“Adam, Adam, Adam.” Her voice grew increasingly desperate.

When he looked up at her, she dropped the condom onto his
nose.

By the time he hauled himself to his feet, the rubber was
on. With Wren facing the wall and him behind her, he eased his cock between her
thighs, delving between her soft folds and then pushing into her as slowly as
he could. She was exactly tight enough to intensify his pleasure to the point
he thought his big head might explode before his little one. He gulped air and
didn’t sink his shaft in all the way before pulling back.

“Noooo.” Wren growled the word into the tiles.

He hesitated but when her next word was, “More,” he let out
a choked laugh. His control hung by the thinnest of threads. He shifted out of
the falling water to take a breath and caught sight of them in a full-length
mirror, the image beginning to fuzz with steam but clear enough to drag a
guttural moan from his throat. He slid back partway inside Wren and maneuvered
her so they stood in profile to the reflection, and then he slowly began to
shallow-fuck her, turned on even more by watching his cock partly disappear
inside her. The fire in his groin blazed more fiercely and his breathing
quickened.

When he looked up, Wren was watching too. She arched back
against him so his cock slid deeper, and he gave a deep groan of satisfaction.

“You’re big,” she muttered.

He was embarrassed the comment pleased him.

“And you’re hot,” he whispered in her ear, taking the
opportunity to nip it.

Wren squealed. “Won’t be in a minute. We’re going to run out
of tropical water and be back in the arctic. You need to be quick. Can you be
quick? I bet you can’t. I bet you’re one of those guys who likes to take
hours.”

Adam laughed, but in one long thrust he buried himself
balls-deep and bit his lip against the intense pleasure that brought. The
sensation of being held so tight in her slick warmth made his legs tremble. He
began to move harder and faster, slipping almost at once into a frantic,
driving pace that would have shoved her into the tiles if he hadn’t grasped her
hips and held her against him. No problem being quick. When had any woman or
man he’d been with wanted quick?

Orgasm already bubbled in his head, tingled in his nuts and
sent electric licks fluttering up and down his spine. Wren’s muscles gripped
him so hard when he withdrew, then again when he thrust back, he thought he’d
catch fire from the friction.

He slid one hand up the tiles to clasp hers, the other he
dropped from her hip to settle between her legs, still protecting her with his
arm from banging against the wall. He rubbed her clit as he bent his knees and
powered into her body.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.

“Oh my Go…d,” Wren wailed.

Her ragged breaths and tiny cries morphed to a long keening
sound as she came and it dragged him the rest of the way over the cliff. Sparks
flickered in his head and sprinted to his balls. As though he’d been caught up
in a blast that turned him inside out, Adam emptied himself inside her, spurt
after wrenching spurt bursting from him until he wondered where it all came
from.

For a long while, they didn’t move. He clung to her, frozen
in the moment. The last time he’d felt this…good after sex with a woman was
five years ago. In Venice. As time passed, he’d tried to convince himself he
was mistaken, that the clumsy coupling in a Venetian garden had been great, but
not that great. He was wrong. There was something more between the pair of
them, a connection he couldn’t explain. He nuzzled her ear, breathing heavily,
waiting for his heart to calm.

“I didn’t mean
that
fast,” Wren whispered.

Oh God, she’s funny
and
cute.
“How can I make
it up to you?”

“Maybe you need to practice more.”

Oh God.
When had a woman ever teased him like this
after sex? “Are you offering?”

“You could buy one of those blow-up dolls and a kitchen
timer.”

“Careful.”

Wren reached back to hold onto his waist.

“Let me get rid of the condom,” he said quietly.

With great reluctance, he withdrew from her warm body. They
washed each other without saying a word and escaped from the shower when the
water began to cool. As he reached for a towel, she snagged it from his hand
and dried him, patting the water from his face, his back, his legs, his belly,
his balls. Her gentleness brought a lump to his throat. She pulled a comb
through his hair and kissed away the water trickling down his cheeks. Adam
slung a towel around her neck and pulled her close.

“It’s been a long time since anyone dried me,” he said. “My
nanny wasn’t so gentle, though I did try her patience.”

“A nanny? What did you do? Fart in the bath to annoy her?”

“Only until I was seventeen.”

Wren tsked.

He tugged her even closer and kissed her nose. “As soon as I
could bathe myself, I was left to do it. My parents had good jobs and paid for
a succession of nannies to care for me while they worked long hours and
traveled abroad. They saw independence in all things as the way to rear a child
and the moment I was able to, I dressed myself, fed myself, played by myself.”

“I had to look after myself too, but not because my mother
thought it was the right way to bring me up. She mostly didn’t care what I did
as long as I didn’t bother her.”

Adam cuddled her. “No father?”

“Too many.”

Shit.
He could guess what that meant and felt
unaccountably angry. He hadn’t realized he’d tensed until she stroked his arm.

“It’s okay. They didn’t touch me. She made sure of that,
though I suspect not for the right reasons. It was as if I was a ghost. She
just pretended I wasn’t there. When I was little I used to think I
was
a
ghost.” She grinned at him.

That she could talk about this and smile amazed him.

“I learned how to be self-sufficient. My foster mum couldn’t
believe it when she came down the first morning I went to live with them and
found I’d cooked, eaten my breakfast and washed up.”

“Ah well, cooking isn’t something I ever had to do. The
moment I left home, I did as little as possible for myself and paid others to
do things for me.”

“But not for drying you with a towel.”

He smiled. “No. Not that.”

“I had to bathe myself too with my first mum,” she said in a
quiet voice. “I was only allowed a couple of inches of water in the tub. If I
took too much, I was smacked. So I stopped taking a bath and someone told her I
smelled.”

Her shoulders fell and he swallowed the lump in his throat.
Had she told anyone this before?

“I was mortified, but she was furious. That night…”

“What did she do?”

“She scrubbed my skin until it was raw. After that, she made
me use the water after her and I used to throw up. When I went to live with my
new mum and dad, they let me fill the tub.”

Her face lit up. “I felt as if that was the kindest thing
anyone had ever done for me. A whole tub of warm water. Makes me smile now. I
think they were shocked I had more interest in taking a bath than going
shopping for new clothes. They gave me bubble bath and showed me how to whip it
up and then I lay with foam to my chin, an angel playing in the clouds. I’d
still do that, but I don’t have a tub. That’s definitely on my list for my
isolated beach house.” She gave an embarrassed smile.

“What a shitty childhood you must have had.”

“Only until I was thirteen. My mother worried her boyfriends
were showing too much interest in me. I don’t think they were, but she was
jealous so she gave me up, let me be fostered. It was the best thing that ever
happened to me.”